Plunder-Chapter 52 - I Will Uphold Justice for You

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 I Will Uphold Justice for You

Chapter 52 -52 I Will Uphold Justice for You

Zhou Jin’an was stunned and immediately let go of his hand.

Ding Hao was also stunned; he pushed Zhou Jin’an away abruptly.

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“Quick, bring me my medical kit!”

Ding Hao roared, frightening Sister Rong who trotted off to fetch his medical kit.

He quickly got up and walked over to Qiao En, his slender fingers parting the hair on her forehead.

She had hit herself hard; a large bump had formed on her forehead, and it was bleeding.

Ding Hao bent over, blowing gently on the bump on Qiao En’s forehead.

The two of them were too close, their actions looking excessively intimate.

Zhou Jin’an’s brows were furrowed so tightly they could squeeze out a sea.

“I’ll do it.”

He stepped forward, intending to take Ding Hao’s place.

However, Ding Hao gave him a disdainful glance and refused to move aside.

“Are you complaining that you didn’t hurt her severely enough?”

Crimson blood seeped from Qiao En’s forehead, gathered slowly but did not drip.

Sister Rong had already brought over the medical kit, and Ding Hao ordered, “Open it, find the disinfectant.”

Sister Rong silently complied.

Zhou Jin’an stood to the side, like a statue reining in his rage, daring not to erupt.

A pair of eyes like fire intensely enveloped Qiao En.

She kept her eyebrows lowered, neither crying out in pain nor complaining.

Clearly wronged, yet she remained silent.

“It will hurt a bit, bear with it.”

Ding Hao said softly.

He skillfully dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant to clean the wound for Qiao En.

“Doctor Ding, let me do it.”

But she refused.

“I’m the doctor, you’re the patient; taking care of you is my duty.”

Ding Hao insisted.

From the corner of her eye, Qiao En glimpsed Zhou Jin’an, whose expression darkened even more.

She didn’t refuse again, and Ding Hao cleaned the wound for her. He then found some gauze and applied a simple dressing.

“The medical supplies I brought are limited; come back to the hospital with me.”

He said, packing up the items he had brought into the medical kit, grabbed Qiao En’s wrist, and prepared to take her with him.

“No need, Doctor Ding, it’s just a scratch; it’s not a big deal.”

Qiao En tried to pull her hand away, but he refused to let go.

“You hit it so hard; how do you know you didn’t injure the bone? If the bump on your forehead leaves a scar, what then? Let’s go to the hospital for a comprehensive check. If there’s any problem, we can identify the issue directly. I’ll ensure justice is served and not let those who act recklessly get away scot-free!”

The reckless person he mentioned was Zhou Jin’an.

The atmosphere inside was tense.

Zhou Jin’an and Ding Hao looked on the verge of battling it out again.

Qiao En compromised.

“Okay, then I’ll follow Doctor Ding’s arrangements.”

A smug smile appeared on Ding Hao’s lips.

In front of Zhou Jin’an, he carried the medicine kit with one hand and led Qiao En with the other as they walked out of Chu Garden.

“How will you thank me this time?”

As soon as they left Chu Garden, Ding Hao’s eyes, wrapped in mischief, slanted toward Qiao En.

He was fishing for credit while taking advantage of the situation to haggle her further.

Qiao En broke into a naive smile, though her words were firm.

“Didn’t I help you, Doctor Ding?”

In his fight with Zhou Jin’an, Ding Hao was at a disadvantage.

Not only did she break up the fight, but she also spared him from further pain at the cost of her injury.

Logically speaking, he indeed should thank Qiao En.

“Are you so sure I couldn’t have beaten him?”

Ding Hao’s slender eyes tightened suddenly, a hint of offense on his face.

“A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him, doesn’t he?”

Qiao En cheekily retorted.

She hailed a cab at the corner and dived in.

“Doctor Ding, goodbye!”

The car door closed, and the vehicle sped away.

Ding Hao had never met a woman like Qiao En, appearing humble but filled with pride.

“Interesting!”

He floored the accelerator, and his car quickly left the gates of Chu Garden.

On the third-floor terrace of Chu Garden, Zhou Jin’an stood tall and imposing, his deep eyes gazing into the distance.

His eyesight was excellent; despite the long distance, he could still see Qiao En clearly.

She didn’t get into Ding Hao’s car.

He was somewhat surprised, but not too surprised.

Qiao En only appeared fragile, but her core was exceptionally strong, sometimes even surpassing him.

She was a very opinionated woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

As for what she didn’t want or what others forced upon her, she would always gently refuse in her own way.

“Director Zhou, Nie Daojun has been found,”

Cheng Lu appeared, looking anxious.

Zhou Jin’an slowly withdrew his gaze, and a murderous intent quickly surged in his clear, penetrating eyes.

“Bring him to me.”

Twenty minutes later, Cheng Lu led two men pushing a man wearing a black hood into the basement.

The basement was surrounded by walls and equipped with soundproofing, accessible only through a password-protected door.

The room was filled with surveillance equipment, and a large incandescent light hung from the ceiling.

A black leather couch sat in the corner, with Zhou Jin’an lounging there with his legs crossed.

His face was somber, a lit cigarette between his slender fingers. The cigarette tip glowed red, smoke swirling around, but he didn’t smoke it.

“Kneel.”

Cheng Lu barked coldly, kicking towards the man’s knees.

With a thud, the man knelt on the floor.

Cheng Lu signaled, and the men beside him harshly pulled off the black cloth covering his head.

The bright light of the incandescent lamp was so intense it forced his eyes shut, a black tape sealed his mouth, muffling his sounds.

“Let him speak.”

Zhou Jin’an gave the order.

Cheng Lu took it upon herself to grab an end of the tape and yanked it off harshly, causing the man to twist his face in pain.

“Fuck, I’m gonna sue you guys for kidnapping!”

The moment he spoke, his mouth was foul. Cheng Lu responded with a backhand slap, causing blood to ooze from the corner of his mouth.

“Why did you frame Qiao En?”

Zhou Jin’an leaned back on the couch, his expression ominously unclear.

“I didn’t.”

Nie Daojun flatly denied.

He squinted his eyes, trying to get a clear view of Zhou Jin’an, but to no avail.

“I ask you one last time, why did you frame Qiao En?”

Zhou Jin’an’s voice was chillingly terrifying.

The central air-conditioning in the basement blew directly on Nie Daojun, the temperature extremely low, causing goosebumps on his arms.

“I… I didn’t.”

He stubbornly denied, though his tone was no longer as firm as before.

Cheng Lu stepped forward, stomping on his calf with full force, fiercely grinding the position of his fibula.

Nie Daojun cried out in pain, cold sweat running down his forehead.

Zhou Jin’an slowly stood up, his shoe soles hitting the floor, emitting an ethereal sound.

“Thud, thud, thud…”

Each sound echoing in Nie Daojun’s heart.

He bent completely backward like a bow, clenching his teeth tightly.

“Then let’s change the question, who told you to frame Qiao En?”

Zhou Jin’an towered over the cowering Nie Daojun, who was painfully contorting in front of him, like a dying snake struggling.

Even so, his teeth remained tightly clenched.

A crisp snap was heard, Nie Daojun’s fibula broke, and he convulsed, collapsing onto the floor.

“Speak or don’t speak?”

Cheng Lu shouted.

Nie Daojun, like a dog, crawled on the floor, his rear end sticking high up. The veins on his neck bulged out, his eyes bloodshot as he fiercely stared at Zhou Jin’an.

Cheng Lu’s foot targeted Nie Daojun’s other leg, but Zhou Jin’an gestured to stop him.

He signaled, and Cheng Lu pulled out a cellphone from her pocket, flashing a photo at Nie Daojun.

“Do you recognize this person?”

In the photo was a cute little girl, her smile bright and cheerful.

Nie Daojun’s face glistened with cold sweat. His expression softened and turned frantic as soon as he caught sight of the little girl.

“Yaoyao, what are you doing to Yaoyao? She’s just a child, only six years old. She’s innocent. Don’t hurt her. Whatever it is, take it out on me. You want my life, right? Take it, take it now,”

Nie Daojun became extremely agitated, and he banged his head against the floor, trying to end his life to protect the girl in the photo.

Cheng Lu grabbed him, blood flowing down Nie Daojun’s forehead profusely.

“Isn’t Qiao En innocent?” Zhou Jin’an coldly retorted.

“Who exactly instructed you to frame Qiao En?” Cheng Lu pressed on.

Nie Daojun’s face was a messy mix of blood, tears, and sweat, his eyes filled with pain and fear.

He knew that by uttering that person’s name, his pain would end, his fear would be relieved.

Yet, he remained obstinately silent, shaking his head like a taiko drummer.

“I can’t say.”